This is a song about "Green bud good buds stick together"

//got a little smoked out, this is for the bud

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

It's what the bud has shone us,

I'm a magician so please focus

When i come packed with the buds

Good kids make bad grown ups

Her lips and my dick, they stick together like a nutter butter

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Ear buds in, sound got your ears smokin' audio roaches

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Pack the bong up with buds and pack the joints with leaf

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Yellow matter custard, green slop pie, all mixed together with a dead dog’s eye.

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

I dream of makin green/